ACupOfTeaAndPoetry

Water gathers, soft The gentle spring enraptures Carrying the scent Of lilies drawn and in bloom Forever for you The strength that passes From your heart and into mine Souls can be at peace Entwined amidst the fragrance Deepest love blossoming through

It’s a Christmas miracle! All for one and one for all! God will make the softly frozen H2O Cover the ground in undisturbed white. (Like there is something to hide) We are, all of us, just like the snowflakes (If you can afford it) We are unique and special, but we will converge always When we place reminders of our balance Out in the world for none to see, But all to feel… …silent, but monolithic all the same Millions walking under shadows that they Can not grasp, can not swing a torch at Shadows like the depths of the ocean, Rushing down a breath of air On me, on you, on fried rice, on every little fucking thing you could possibly imagine They come in many shapes and styles Wrapped in pink Dressed in plastic Stretch over elastics In the cracks of programming In the classics that old folks sing In those FIVE!!!!! FIVE!!!!! FIVE!!!!! FIVE!!!!! FIVE MUTHAFUCKIN DIAMOND RINGZ!!!!! (And a paralyzed partridge in a pickled pear tree or whatever) Ooooweee Was that some bebop

I just wanna drop acid with a G.0.T.H. Girl Take her out of her boots And lick her feet Till I suck something through the skin That’s almost as good as Therapy Contorting Worm Convulsing Cat This whole day Is Scarlet Red I just wanna hang onto the curly hair of a Skater boy Feel his wiry frame Till something appears in my body That let‘s me forget my wings are lame Like the bow of a ship I will rush into that water Again and again In spite of constant blows From the precursors to the storm I just wanna drop an old TV from the tenth floor Watch it suspended in fall all the way down Hear the tubes crush and implode A noise to drown for a second‘s splitter A rush that implodes And fades like the glitter that rains at the End Of The Show Why I want these things I‘ll never know But I guess I don’t have to justify my needs Not even to myself That’s not how Chaos Magik works At least not as far as I’m concerned So I’ll just draw another Sigil Try and use it like a window Be like

The world Falls into darkness There are no more stars to see A fog of silence A mist cold as death Freezes the air instantly And the weak tremble Their eyes shut In agonizing fear Animals gone mad Instincts broken By the chaos found within Scream Beg for forgiveness Plead for life that once has been When nothingness reigns Terrors are awoken When boundaries break down Only timeless torture Remains

Today they speak of death And whisper tales of immense pain A stream of stingers Flows within their tangled roots Peels off their flesh It fuses with the leaves and shadows It soaks the mosses That envelop their ageing forms They lost their brothers ages ago Suffocated beneath hard summer ground They lost their sisters To the floods of a cruel winter To the frost of darkest nights They witnessed their four-legged fellows Get slaughtered and dismembered Get forgotten and carried off So today, they speak of sorrow They reveal the mud and the foul dirt Feeding their majestic bodies They speak of life Yes, they also suffered Yes, they trembled in wind from fear Today, their torment fills all From the Earth’s crust to the highest peak From the fragile blades of grasses Through my hands outstretched in awe All the way into my veins And I greet this agony Through which the nature shapes the world I bow to the moans of twisted branches As they in turn Acknowledge the pains of my own I take

The nature sleeps so I must be awake In dead of winter My blood boils and my fingers twitch My mind reaching out To the twisting roots hidden underneath The sea is frozen so I must run In circles waiting for a signal to slow down Snow-white wind chills to the bone And the moon is silent As if also waiting for salvation In darkness of the mighty woods Here I stalk threads of my innocence Frail and shaking to the core I do not let up Until I leave my earthly body and its mind Until but the idea of me remains Branches rustle anticipating My return to the soil that feeds them And I wonder if I ever was at all Or if the trees are merely dreaming of me

Between the "every-once-in-a-while"'s And the "once-upon-a-time"'s There are Heroes and Villians Empires and Fiefdoms Operas with belting singers Marching armies with war drums But there are also cracks in the foundation Through which to slip through There is the static between stations Where there is too much information for music There are personas neither protagonist, nor antagonist, nor peasant or specter They are the sinew connecting darkness They are radium in the heather They are in the background of the crowd shot Looking straight through the camera One of them is Lucy They always told her she's S.P.E.C.I.A.L. But more than they ever could have known Conventions wouldn't have her story told But I don't care, so here it goes... Born under the star of the antivaxer Wasn't as dumb as the others But crazier than ever Led chip diet and inhaling the fumes That the bus stop below blows into her room No questions needed, the truth she already knew. Like how the senators are

If the ego that we build For ourselves is living Then this is a destruction An apocalypse That no one made-up can survive Take my hand, now withered by pain Caress the moss on my fingers And come with me where horizon never ends Where the time is always present If memories are ocean waves Then I will be the sun My lava scorching the seabed that we walk Ash falls upon bleached corpses And new life sprouts, cleansed of spirits We have no future For we’re not built on abstract wishes We have got no past For it was not us who came into this place If blackness is fright Then let me wrap myself in darkness Underneath rocks and entangled roots I will hold the very earth with care I will seep into it naked I will leave my flesh and bones behind Not afraid to disappear For there is nowhere that this mind could hide And I will let the earth absorb me I will hear its rumbling within my own breath "Stone, sand, mud and living creatures There is need for all shapes and forms They all belong

Каию You dared reaching your greedily sprawling hand into Europe again... It wasn't even 24 hours before rockets slammed into civilian homes A fitting aesthetic for what was a War Crime all along I heard your speech It was like Goebbels wrote for Stalin Revisionism 305 Advanced Propaganda that harkens Back to glory days that never were While spitting husks of language into the camera You are a liar, a murderer, in short, a dictator and to you the world is a house of kidnapped whores I live two hours of flight next door In a country that has done the same shit you try to pull before Blitzkrieg Lebensraum Blood and soil Something we claim can happen nevermore ...then we turn on the news And we see that one man's madness stands above international generations efforts of change As it always has I know I'll see all politicians in hell When you get there you might wanna holler at Cyrus the Great He could tell you about some S.H.I.T Regarding Empires and their

Winter is dancing Sweeping flurries crystalize Grand jete blizzard

Who’s the shadow underneath the mask Who’s the sad clown With a knife behind her back Who’s the secret whisperer And the maker of all dreams Who’s the fragile thread That connects present with the past Who’s the conqueror of pain Who is the child hurt and who licks the scars Who’s the voice that never stops As long as time ticks Who’s the watcher behind the tinted glass The true self never dies Covered by dirt and shame it hides It struggles its way through the tides The shadow and the mask The nameless one behind both lies

The rats in the hallway just might be humans It feels like a whole „first-half-of-the-20th-century“ in here between twilight and evening before I can return to feeding I don’t collect blood in goblets I‘m looking for something more involved Walk with a hobble to hide your sword I always use flags for oil rags I‘m looking for something less revolved Around the bends and blues Of a Spirit or a Ghost I‘ll point a Ouija board south To where my trash is I hope I wont add it to the island of plastic When I toss it When I admit that I lost it When my joints produce creaking groans You’ve seen the things I wrote You wouldn’t feel the same about me If you saw my humble abode Sometimes I‘d prefer it if I could be Nothing but my liner notes I‘d just hunt the neophytes That try to take my city for ca$h Take your anemic ass back to university, stat Gentrification disturbed the BeatniK combat class Consummate a Black Flag mass It’s just another day down The Left Hand Path The way

The Sun is an endless Explosion Here to give you cancer Fun is a short lived convulsion That doesn't make you a dancer Your running TV is an IV drip For the fleeting Escapist And simply statistically speaking Your neighbor is probably a rapist Don't tell me about the serotonin In your suburban people farm Don't tell me about the diet of your Unicorn Don't tell me about your trip to a country with a warmer climate There are freezing kids in Canada with icicles on their eyelids I could have been in a better mood But then I woke up I could have had a more successful breakfast but I threw up I could've taken my own advice But fuck that guy You could've taken my advice But fuck me right? Don't tell me about the oxytocin You get from having fun with lotion Don't tell me about your lack of locusts I feel like we are loosing focus It's much more important to analyze why it enticed me to run that Grandma off the freeway. Or why I'm pushing buttons I don't understand in

snow falls gracefully floating and fluttering down winter’s butterflies